A Victim Of His Talent

The weeping of the guitar,
Coming from the rock star,
Leaves me a victim of his talent.

The screams of the singer,
Couldn’t be clearer,
Leaving me a victim of his talent.

The moshing of bodies,
A pulse of disease,
Leaves me a victim of his talent.

The tears of sweat,
I could never forget,
Leaving me a victim of his talent.

The rhythmic strums,
Like an injection of venom,
Leaves me a victim of his talent.

The vibrations of sounds,
Shake the grounds,
Leaving me a victim of his talent.

Set free so naturally,
Through the throb of energy,
Leaves me a victim of his talent.

The head banging of the fans as one,
Took me to a higher place than heaven,
Leaving me a victim of his talent.

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